Once again if there are
any grammar mistakes, my apologies, I hope you guys like the story,
please review it keeps me motivated.

Okay the next one might
take a while I'm kinda busy at the moment.

Enjoy! Well not really enjoy cause the woman's like dying but you
know like or what ever.

Kankurou
paced up and down next to the E.R doors. His footsteps were heavy and
he only had three strides between the two walls before he had to
swing around and pace the next three.

Gaara
was sitting on a hard, cold, plastic chair; his head was drooped
between his hands.

It
was the show of Gaara's emotion that
unnerved Kankurou most.

"Why did she do
this?"

He
muttered the question, over and over softly until it became a ringing
question in Kankurou's head.

Nurses, doctors and
surgeons rushed by, every one of them paused, absolutely dumb folded
as to why the Suna Kazakage was so stressed.

After all she was only
his sister.

All
of them had assumed that she was weak, she never let any one watch
her train, because when she did the fury that was inside her
unleashed.

"Why did she do
this?"

It
was Kankurou who had found her, just as her eyelids had fluttered
closed, he'd ripped parts of his pants and shirt and had used it to
apply pressure to the wound, he'd tied it so tight that her arm
nearly had to be amputated.

But it had stopped the
flow of blood and just in time.

He'd told Gaara who
had alerted the hospital well in advance of their arrival.

"This is all my
fault."

Kankurou stopped pacing
and looked at his brother.

"No, something else
must have happened."

Baki sensei soon
arrived, he stopped when he saw them, Kankurou was panting slightly,
Gaara was covered in a thin sheen of sweat.